Like an Angel
There were cliques among us kids, matters of age and gender. Sherry and Patty and Scott and Joel. Mike and I were bookends, a decade apart. I'm the oldest. Those natural separations, combined with Patty's quiet demeanor, left us less connected than our other siblings. That changed four years ago, when we were both diagnosed with cancer about the same time. Patty with bladder cancer, me, esophageal cancer. We always found a way to hover conspiratorially together every holiday to encourage each other and laugh in our own secret club, thumbing our noses at death. In our texts, we talked about being in the same canoe, paddling like hell.
Posted 9/27/24 (Fri) read more »
Age is just a state of mind
Funny, I don't feel old. I feel like the same mischievous kid who, with Rodney Meidinger, once put a dozen frogs in his mom's car—Marlene's reward for taking us to Lake Hoskins that summer day...
Posted 6/27/22 (Mon) read more »
